The walls have ears
He stumbled backwards after she left, letting the door close itself. He tried to reach on the couch again but collapsed on the floor close enough that he could lean against it. His knees were curled in close to his body and his head bent low in his hands. His breath was coming in short, irregular, shuddering gasps and he tried to get control of them again. But before he could manage, his stomach started churning and he crawled to the bathroom. Not making it to the toilet in time he was sick all over the tiled floor.
Exhausation milled with a dozen other emotions he couldn't process and he slid down against the wall. He tapped his comm, not bothering to select a specific channel. "Nick...I...Are you busy?...Can you come home?...Please?" He stuttered over the radio.
Exhausation milled with a dozen other emotions he couldn't process and he slid down against the wall. He tapped his comm, not bothering to select a specific channel. "Nick...I...Are you busy?...Can you come home?...Please?" He stuttered over the radio.